Legends: The Knight of Helm (#1)

Chapter 23

Agular looked to his left, and then his right, making sure it was safe to pass. He followed his commanding officer as they march to the small village. Agular remembered it as Multiah. He had been armored as the other soldier's wearing Dechoneus's armor. It had been about a week sense Cladius had left. And they had no report of his state of being, whether he was alive, or dead.

The commander stopped, a small army of maybe a hundred men following his orders. The white maned men smiled as the others drew near. They seemed messy, but they knew well enough that that look was false. The ommart general walked forward as his sword was gripped tightly in hand. Each commander held their distance of about two yards as they spoke.

"Leave, our orders are only to kill those who intervene." The ommart general declared.

"We have but one purpose here." Dechoneus's commander replied.

"Very well." The general said triumphantly.

The Ommart warriors were furious as they raised their weapons in support of their general. They wore little armor as they charged forward. Agular's eyes widened as he watched the general easily triumph over his commanding officer. It seemed that battle had commenced and all civil actions were no longer of any use. The Ommart knew only one language, war.

Agular swung his hammer back as he hit one of the pale humanoids in the jaw. The massive swing he gave caused the ommart to stagger. He swung again, as the Ommart blocked the hammer's blow with his forearm. The sword came around, slicing into Agular's armor. Luckily, no damage had occurred against him, but if he had been ill pre-pared that would have been his end.

Ommart had been classed into two branches of soldiers, Juggernauts and War Mongers. The War Monger was the typical soldier in the Ommart army. Juggernauts had earned their right as stronger breed, taking the title as superior. What men would typically class as commanders or generals the Ommart simply classed as Juggernauts. It was Clear to Agular, he was fighting a War Monger, and struggling.

The War Monger smiled with wide eyes, the pupil white, and iris black. He tossed an impactful blow, into Agular's jaw. The big man, staggered back, recovering with a punch of his own. His attacks didn't seem to faze the pale white creature. Agular followed with a kick, pushing the humanoid forward as his big hammer hit his head into the ground. His skull had turned to a pile of goo against the sturdy earth ground. Bones and blood spread across the now stained grass and dirt. The Ommart where outnumbered four to one, yet they seemed to hold their own, even against the odds. Volohs had only left a few of these monstrosities in Dechoneus at key positions.

The man took in a deep breath, thinking of his sister Almorah. He didn't want war, and admittedly, he had never killed a man before, not even in the battle of Dechoneus City or Helm City. Why couldn't men along? Why did blood have to be shed? He hated to even think it, but the Ommart were easier to kill, then other Men. He simply wanted them to go away. He didn't understand why he dragged himself into this. He gripped his Warhammer tighter as he thought of his baby sister. If not for himself, than for Almorah, for Cladius, for Helm, he would fight for his family, for his home.

He swung his hammer with a war cry, smashing in another skull nearby. The man did a three-sixty in the air, spiraling in the air with half a skull. Agular watch as the war monger stood back on two feet, gripping his sword as he gave a war cry of excitement and joy, with a twisted smile. He watch the pale white ommart walk forward as his brain slowly fell out of his head, and slowly lost control of his body.

They were only two left now, and about eighteen Dechoneus footmen. They charged recklessly in, they had never seen war before. The Ommart made quick work of them, only leaving three men standing by the end of the fray. Agular took a deep breath, as two other men, a foot soldier and Dechoneus guard stood ready. The guard took off her helm, her olive skin shinning in the sun's light. Her dark chestnut hair ran down her back in a ponytail. She held her abdomen as she fell to the ground. Blood rushed through her scale mail, and onto the sandy dirt. Agular knelt beside the woman, as well as the foot man. Each had little knowledge of first aid and medical treatment.